lime flavour
overflow room
dreams with angels
ţ ă ranul modern
cară bă legar la câmp
vorbind la mobil
shepherd play
the flute, but the sheep
don't dance
reading in bed
curious spider descends
from the ceiling
morning;
on the mayor’s villa,
a suspicious crow
when evening comes,
the wind mill
throw stars in the sky
ancient easel
old painter
the same gypsy
night on the porch
crickets and stars
braided destinies
two swans
on the lake talk
between two heavens
children play
squadron with bombs
approach
(translated from romanian)
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